Chapter 222: Abnormal Procedure

Hearing this, Nuolan always felt something was off about this.

After a moment of silence, Nuolan stood up and said in a deep voice: "I need to report to the person in charge."

"No problem." Chen Yongren said calmly.

Nuolan said tentatively: "I can contact him, but I can't guarantee he'll agree; perhaps we can discuss further?"

"You also think $500,000 is too cheap?" Chen Yongren said.

"..." Nuolan's face was full of black lines, not knowing how to continue.

Chen Yongren scanned Nuolan up and down, and with his X‑ray vision saw that in the left pocket of Nuolan's suit there was a $50,000 check.

The person in charge of the War Situation Bureau's Asia Region Huaxia Station personally signed and issued it.

Originally this was their estimated price.

But the actual price they offered was ten times higher than their mental expectation.

"No problem." Chen Yongren laughed happily: "However, before that, you can first take the $50,000 check placed in your left pocket and give it to me as a deposit."

"Let me also see your sincerity."

"No problem." Nuolan didn't think much and instinctively reached for the check.

But soon Nuolan realized something was wrong, suddenly looked up at Chen Yongren with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

How did he know the check was in my left pocket?

Nuolan's brain raced.

I only just received this check from the person in charge today, and I've kept it in my left pocket all along, never taking it out.

Why would the Godfather know about this?

Even know the exact amount?

Could it be that my conversation with my superior is also under his surveillance?

But there was nobody around at the time.

Surely my superior isn't also one of his people.

If that were the case, wouldn't it mean we've again planted people in the War Situation Bureau together with the Godfather?

Nuolan's mind was in a tangled mess.

"What's wrong, Mr. Nuolan? Am I not saying it right?" Chen Yongren said with a gentle smile.

"..." Nuolan remained silent.

He could clearly feel that this was a warning.

Don't let our people act recklessly.

Damn it.

Just what kind of person is this guy?

Hearing Nuolan's inner thoughts, Chen Yongren suppressed a laugh; even when there was nothing going on, he still needed to give him a good scare, lest this guy be dishonest.

Such a perfect gullible target—if we didn't extort some information from them, it wouldn't make sense.

After a while, Nuolan strained to control his trembling right hand, pulled the check from his suit pocket, and handed it to Chen Yongren.

Special operations work is basically walking in the dark; now he knows everything our side does, so hiding is pointless.

"Both hands." Chen Yongren continued to put on airs.

Hearing that, Nuolan didn't dare to even fart, holding the check with both hands and obediently handing it to Chen Yongren.

Afterward, he slunk over to the telephone.

The concession telephone is naturally controlled by their people, so there's no need to worry about eavesdropping.

When the call connected, Nuolan picked up the receiver and said something into it.

Finally, the phone was hung up.

Nuolan's expression wasn't very good.

Because Chen Yongren had kept his wind‑ear open, perceiving, he also knew that Nuolan's superior was very dissatisfied with the high price of $500,000 and wanted to meet him in person.

As expected.

Nuolan directly said: "Sorry, Mr. Godfather, your price is too high; we need our person in charge to meet you in person for talks."

"Let's set the time for three days from now; does that work for you?"

"No problem." Chen Yongren nodded.

A $500,000 deal, if it could be easily settled, would be nonsense.

"What about the goods?" Chen Yongren asked.

"Lihua Dock, Warehouse No. 2." Nuolan said.

Quite a coincidence—it was delivered right to our doorstep; it looks like this batch of goods was just recently sent to the warehouse.

Chen Yongren also couldn't be bothered with small talk; just after leaving the room, he saw Black Widow Olga Johansson swaying in the hall with a glass of wine.

Upon seeing Chen Yongren, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

Holding the wine glass, she pretended to casually walk toward him.

Chen Yongren knew what she was up to, but for now he didn't expose her.

As Olga passed by Chen Yongren, she pretended to twist her ankle, deliberately flung the wine glass in her hand at him, and threw herself toward him.

She had originally planned for the wine to splash onto Chen Yongren's clothes, for her to lean against him, and for the two to first have a brief intimate contact as a prelude to the next step.

But reality turned out somewhat unexpected for Olga.

The wine indeed spilled, but Chen Yongren didn't catch Olga; instead, he lowered his head to look at his clothes.

"Damn!"

Just as that thought arose, Olga let out a 'plop' and fell uncontrollably onto the ground in front of Chen Yongren.

The red wine left in the cup was all spilled on her face and hair.

She looked very disheveled.

"Miss, are you alright?" Chen Yongren wiped his clothes with a handkerchief, furrowed his brows at Olivia lying on the ground, and offered false comfort in English.

You little brat, still want me, the young master, to follow your script?

You're dreaming.

I won't say anything else.

This foreign woman's figure is indeed not bad, with curves and a well-proportioned shape.

Olivia heard the sound and looked toward Chen Yongren; the makeup on her face was also smudged by the red wine.

She never expected that their meeting would be like this.

Seeing everyone's gaze on her, Olivia felt a bit embarrassed, casually fixed her hair, quickly stood up, and gave an awkward smile, saying, "It's fine, sir, I'm fine."

Only when she saw the wine stain on Chen Yongren's clothes did she realize what she should do.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to dirty your clothes…"

Olivia said while walking toward Chen Yongren, but this time she really couldn't keep her footing and fell onto him.

Chen Yongren, to facilitate the upcoming contact, also politely reached out to catch her.

Through her clothing, Chen Yongren could feel her smooth, tender skin at the waist.

Observed up close, this foreign girl differs from other foreign women; her skin is slightly rough, yet her complexion is white and delicate.

Olivia frowned slightly; before it was acting, but this time she really hurt her ankle.

This is basically self‑inflicted trouble; Chen Yongren feigned concern and asked, "Miss, how do you feel?"

"No… no, it seems I hurt my ankle." Olivia then said, "Ah, sir, your clothes!"

"It's fine; I should actually thank you for letting my clothes drink the red wine." Chen Yongren said humorously.

"Sir, why don't you take it off and let me wash it?" Olivia looked at the wine stain on Chen Yongren's clothes, apologetically said, "If that doesn't work, I can buy you another one."

"Can you still walk?" Chen Yongren asked.

Olivia was stunned, shook her head and said, "It seems I can't, sir; could you trouble yourself to send me back to my room?"

Chen Yongren nodded.

Olivia felt relieved inside; good, things were still proceeding according to the normal procedure.

Normal procedure?

Upon entering the room, the young master will make you understand what it means to cry to heaven and earth with no answer.

"I live on the fifth floor, room 502." Olivia deliberately scratched Chen Yongren's waist twice and said, "Thank you for the trouble, sir."

It's fine; tonight I'll let you know what it means to be as close as glue and lacquer.